Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

When falls the Coliseum, Rome shall fall; And when Rome falls--the World.

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

Nature" is another name for the miracles that are so commonplace in our lives that we take for granted and have grown used to seeing them.

Here is something good to remember. You were formed by God to become a beacon of light that shines brightly within the darkness of this world. You have a purpose!

Country music especially can get very formulaic - you know, you have to have your verses and a bridge and a chorus, and a lot of the songs are written as just plain and simple poetry on the road.

I'm not going to jump out of airplanes or anything like someone else I know.

Each woman needs to know herself and think that the clothes are here to make her more beautiful, because the person is more important than the clothes.

If we have no idea why a statement is true, we can still prove it by induction.

You can't do anything about yesterday and you can't do anything about tomorrow. It's just today.

How would I like to be remembered? As a person who came and brought light to the world, some escapism. Also as the voice for the voiceless children, because I love them.

The forms are part of the mind, or really are the mind, they're just the contents of this universal night.

Do not forget that true love sets no conditions; it does not calculate or complain, but simply loves.